Page 61 of Score to Settle
“You’re incredible,” Jake replies softly, trailing his fingertips up and down my spine in a soothing caress. “I could fuck you all night.”
“Is that a promise?” I smile up at him.
A wide grin spreads across Jake’s face. “I’m nowhere near done with you yet, Cassidy.”
With that, Jake begins to move again, slowly withdrawing until just the tip remains before pressing back in with long, hard drives. Each thrust sends new ripples of pleasure through my body. I wrap my legs around his waist, urging him deeper as my hands roam the muscular expanse of his back. His skin is hot to the touch, the hard planes of muscle flexing beneath my fingertips with every powerful movement. The headboard slams against the wall with the force of his movements but I’m too far gone to care.
“Fuck, Harper.” Jake grits out my name and with one more deep thrust he’s groaning with pleasure, his dick pulsing inside me as he comes.
We collapse together, both gasping for air.
Jake turns away to remove the condom before he scoops me into his arms and I snuggle against his broad chest, completely content and satisfied in a way I’ve never known. His fingers trail lazily over my body as a pleasant ache settles between my thighs. I can’t stop grinning as I snuggle deeper into his embrace, relishing the solid warmth of his muscular body pressed against mine.
“You know,” I say. “If someone had told me a month ago that I’d be naked in bed with Jake Sullivan, I’d have laughed in their face and called them crazy.”
Jake laughs, the sound a deep rumble in his chest. “Hey, considering the murderous look in your eyes that first night I walked into the kitchen?—”
“An hour late,” I remind him.
“True.” He chuckles. “But I hardly thought we’d end up here, either. Then I saw you in the kitchen in the middle of the night, lost in your novel, wearing a tee and not much else, and even if I didn’t think it would happen, I knew I wanted you.”
“That was…” I think back. “That was only our second day together. You’ve wanted me all that time?”
“Says the woman who’s fantasized about being in my bed since high school.”
I swat Jake playfully on the arm and laugh. “Watch it, Sullivan. I’ve still got my feature to write about you.” For a split second I think about what’s happening between me and Jake, and the line we’ve crossed. What people will say. If Tim finds out… But I’m done trying to fight the pull toward Jake.
“Mmm, I’ll take my chances,” he murmurs, dipping his head to nuzzle my neck.
We stay like that for a long time. Entwined, talking in whispers and laughing. Then Jake’s lips brush my neck and a new wave of desire starts to stir in my core. Jake hums in approval as my hands wander lower, ghosting along the trail of dark hair below his navel. I feel his dick stir and harden against my thigh and let my fingers drift further, lightly stroking the impressive length of him.
“Really?” I grin.
His large hand slides down to cup my ass, pulling me flush against him.
“I can’t help that this is what you do to me. Like I said, I’ve thought about fucking you for the longest time.”
I prop myself onto my elbow and run a hand over his broad chest. “And what didyouthink about doing to me? Your turn.”
Heat burns in his gaze. He grabs another condom, and in one motion he scoops me from the bed and presses me against the wall as he holds me up, kissing me hard. I think of the way Jake towered over me on our first night in The Hay Barn, my back to the wall. The ache of anticipation throbs in my core, already ready for him all over again. I wrap my legs around his waist as he enters me in one deep thrust.
We spend the rest of the night worshipping each other’s bodies. When we’re both aching and exhausted, Jake pulls me into his bed and I fall asleep in his arms, under his covers that smell of citrus musk and something masculine and Jake-like.
THIRTY-ONE
JAKE
FLIC:You OK? You left the bar in quite the rage last night.
JAKE:All good. Thanks for the distraction with the shots!
FLIC:You got your girl?
JAKE:Yep.
FLIC:Good. Spare me the details! Have you seen the news?
My dick wakes me. A morning hard-on so thick it’s almost painful. I shift back, trying not to jam the thing into Harper’s ass like some horny eighteen-year-old.
